Blessed
I may have a broken body, but I have been blessed with the ability to rhyme, to write about my fantasies and a dream girl I wish was mine
Words seem to come so easily, then the stanzas start to flow, creating the vivid image that my poetic writing wants to show
Images of sexual desires, words of passion to ignite your flames, fantasies to turn you on or stories of kinky games
Tales of bdsm of pain and pleasure found in play, or the sadness of my dream girl leaving me, at the beginning of the day
Romance and Vampires, stories about the Knights of old, each line leading to the next, as the poetry unfolds
All these wrires are within my scope, more possibilities are in my head, waiting for inspiration, to find me in my bed
So I guess I'm kinda Blessed, to share my dreams with you, for being paralyzed and stuck in bed, what's a poet supposed to do
THE KINKY POET